"Yes," Greg Bastille said.Bastille was Pete's most capable assassin. He could kill using household objects as weapons, or one thousand yards away with...a sniper rifle."Call me on a pay phone," Pete said and gave Bastille a phone number. "I have a job for you."Threaten me! The crazy fucker threatened me! No one threatens me and lives! I'm an assassin's agent for Christ's sake. Wilson has got to be out of his mind.David returned to his body, which was slumped unconscious in the passenger seat of. The plump lump of pussy and the high round long nipple breasts that greeted my eyes that day stirred things in my young body and mind that permanently shaped my opinion of what women’s body parts should look like. To this day I always judge pussies based on how they matched up to Aunt V’s high fleshy mound. Since that erotically awakening day, hers was the body that provided the mental stimulation for ninety five percent of my almost nightly and sometimes daily wanking of my solid and still. I found out that we had a lot in common, and that it was real easy to talk to her.After we finished eating, Mrs. Jones had Karen and I sit in the living room and talk while she did the dishes. We talked for a long time, and I was really interested in possibly dating Karen. Karen then asked Mrs. Jones if it was all right to go to my apartment to talk. Mrs. Jones said it was OK, so I showed Karen my apartment. Although I had tried to clean it after my spanking from Mrs. Jones, it still wasn't. He then took the hand that was on my head and gently butfirmly pushed it toward his penis. She told me to open wide and as if ina trance, I did. She called me a sissy faggot as I closed my mouth overit. She touched my penis which then squirted and wet my panties, both inthe daydream and in real life." Wow," my mom said. "That really excited you didn't it." Yes," I admitted as I blushed red."You enjoyed watching the boys kiss, didn't you? Did you wish you werekissing one of those cute girly.